#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…